Chapter 685: Chapter 686: Dethrone The call of the third class was much different from his second. In this class, Damon felt all his mana surge and pour into his heart, where it began to condense, filling his heart with mana. It was overwhelming; his circuits absorbed all that energy from all around him. His body produced even more, feeding his heart. The mana turned into strings that began weaving themselves around his heart, disappearing as they reinforced it. Blood pumped through his body, his bones grew denser and stronger, his body trembled as the change consumed him. The voice spoke in his ears. [The mightiest of warriors, the wisest of kings, and the cruelest of tyrants were once sniveling brats... You have walked the path of the one who takes.] [O, Usurper... your might makes right....] [You have awakened the unique class — Usurper.] [Rule by fire, by force.] [Class Skill – Dethrone: ’All rule is temporary. All glory, a debt. Take, hold, and make the debt yours to collect.’] Then Damon heard a whisper. [Rarely does one get three in a row. Be wary of the boons of this imperfect God... more often than not, they are banes.] [Your fable grows.] His system chimed as his status updated, but Damon didn’t focus on it. His eyes turned toward the Wendigo, who was struggling to remove his Dealer’s Hand from her chest. Damon glanced at his system panel. [Rank Up: Class – Usurper] [Class Skill Unlocked: Dethrone] [Class Stat Distribution Applied] [HP +2000] [Mana +12000] [Strength +5000] [Agility +4000] [Speed +6000] [Endurance +6000] --- [Class: Usurper] "Rule by fire, by force." Skill – [Dethrone] ’All rule is temporary. All glory, a debt. Take, hold, and make the debt yours to collect.’ You have been bestowed with the power to temporarily stop the use of a single skill of your opponent. --- Damon felt his power explode. His body grew light, yet his aura grew heavier. He glanced at his third skill. [Dethrone.] This skill allowed him to prevent a single opponent from using their skill entirely. That was all it did—stop. It was the act of dethroning the rightful owner of the skill and negating their power over something as intimate as their skill. It was uncommon for someone to gain three skills in a row. Most people only gained four skills across all seven classes, their other skills obtained through training or rare skill scrolls. Yet, it seemed the unknown god had been generous with Damon. That brought him to what his new skill truly did. It was the power to jam and disable another’s skill. Damon’s eyes shifted toward the Wendigo. "I can kill you now." She lay there, glaring at him with hateful eyes. Damon smiled faintly and activated Dethrone, targeting her skill — Pure Soul. He felt the Dethrone skill activate. Something within Wendy twisted violently, and both their skills shut down. Damon smiled wickedly. Then he drove his fist into her pretty face, raising his hand and snapping her neck. The sharp crack echoed. He stood, cleaning his hands as he pulled out his Dealer’s Hand. That was it. She was dead. Waton walked up behind him, looking down at her body. "Is... is she dead... poor thing..." Damon frowned, staring at the corpse. She wasn’t breathing her pulse, her heartbeat, everything had gone still. Then why... why was the system silent? Why wasn’t it announcing her death? He frowned, disabling Dethrone. As soon as he did, her Pure Soul skill reactivated. Her broken neck twisted back into place with a sickening crack, and she lunged back to life, clawing wildly. Damon was caught off guard as she slammed into him, pushing him backward, her claws denting his armor and drawing blood. With that same motion, she jumped back, landing on all fours before letting out a feral growl. Her bones snapped and popped as her body began to change shape. Her arms elongated, her dark eyes turned pale white, and her antlers grew, twisting outward as her form expanded. Her mouth extended into a snout filled with serrated teeth, and her eyes burned with murderous light. She towered at least eight meters tall, her monstrous form radiating an aura of primal fury. The naïve look of her human form was gone, replaced by the predatory grace of a beast born for the hunt. Damon frowned, trying to make sense of everything. ’Dethrone can deactivate any skill — one at a time. Using it means I can’t use Dethrone on someone else.’ He glanced at the towering Wendigo. ’Then what about her... ah, I see. My skill keeps Pure Soul deactivated, allowing me to kill her. But the moment I stop using Dethrone, the Pure Soul skill reactivates, reversing her death.’ Damon scratched his head wearily. ’Well played, unknown god... I should’ve known it would never be this easy.’ This was bad. Damon had used a Soul Blaze potion earlier; his condition was already deteriorating. He wasn’t in good shape to fight without it. Once its effects wore off, his injuries would hit him hard. ’Hmm... I have to figure out how to kill her — or at least test how far Dethrone lets me bend her skill’s rules.’ The Wendigo before him was the past form of the woman he had just killed. ’How the hell did she even get into this war game? It’s for people under forty years of age... Did her age as a person make her fit the requirement?’ Waton trembled from the sheer pressure of the Wendigo’s aura. The creature was at least ten times stronger than before. But Damon didn’t seem fazed. He stood calmly, his gaze cold, unshaken. Waton didn’t know if it was arrogance or sheer certainty in his strength, but his composure didn’t waver. "H... how do you fight something that can’t die?" Damon chuckled softly, his hand gripping a sword he pulled from his shadow. "Don’t be ridiculous, Waton... there is nothing that can’t be killed. Death comes for us all." The Wendigo charged forward, the ground cracking beneath her enormous frame. "It’s just a matter of how..." Damon’s eyes gleamed darkly as he raised his blade. "Let’s see how unkillable you are when I dismember your corpse."